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ever, he thinks it better that you should write for advice to your commanding officer. That will be very late, and you will probably have determined before. You see what a casuist I am in ceremony; I leave the question more perplexed than I found it.
Pray, Sir, congratulate me upon the new acquisition of glory to my family! We have long been eminent statesmen ; now that we are out of employment we have betaken ourselves to war—and we have made great proficience in a short season. "We don't run, like my Lord Stair, into Berg and Juliers, to seek battles where we are sure of not finding them—we make shorter marches; a step across the Court of Requests brings us to engagement. But not to detain you any longer with flourishes, which will probably be inserted in my uncle Horace's patent when he is made a field-marshal, you must know that he has fought a duel, and has scratched a scratch three inches long on the side of his enemy—lo Pcean! The circumstances of this memorable engagement were, in short, that on some witness being to be examined the other day in the House upon remittances to the army, my uncle said, ' He hoped they would indemnify him, if he told anything that affected himself.' Soon after he was standing behind the Speaker's chair, and Will Chetwynd, an intimate of Bolingbroke, came up to him, and said, ' What, Mr. Walpole, are you for rubbing up old sores ?' He replied, ' I think I said very little, considering that you and your friends would last year have hanged up me and my brother at the lobby door without a trial.3 Chetwynd answered, 'I would still have you both have your deserts.' The other said, 'If you and I had, probably I should be here and you would be somewhere else.' This drew more words, and Chetwynd took him by the arm and led him out. In the lobby, Horace said, 'We shall be observed, we had better put it off till to-morrow.' ' No, no,